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Portraits Poetry Series #76: Loving the Person I Want to Become

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

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Lately,
I have found
Peace within myself
I have learned to listen
To the gentle hum
That rises within my chest
And the words that play
Delicately on mind
I have tried to find myself
Only to lose myself
In the beauty that I see
Not perfect, no –
But striving toward perfection
Never to reach it,
But grasping out,
Craving its delicate curves
And its gentle tongue.
I am not always, in love
With the person I have been
But I have learned to love
The person I want to become.

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #75: Reflections

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

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She stared sadly into the mirror
Counting the lines across her face
Trying to rub them free
She looked into her own eyes
And wished their color a deeper blue
Her lips more full
Her skin exuding a more youthful glow.
He watched her there,
Sitting in front of the mirror
He noticed her
And she captured his attention
But she just stared into her own reflection
And got lost in her thoughts of imperfection.
In her face, he saw generous beauty
He remembered
The beauty she carried
When he first met her
But he was also keenly aware
That her beauty grew.
In her eyes, he has witnessed oceans
He has traced the sight of clouds
In her view.
He has seen her cry, full hearted
Lamenting the loss of a stranger
He has seen her blue-eyed smile
Upon holding his first child
He has seen her love for him
Blossom, reflecting in her stare
He has known no finer lips than hers
To have brushed his unshaven face
To have kissed the head of the child he calls his own
And when she speaks – he notices
The trace of a smile
And sometimes, the nervous biting of her lips
When she is uncertain and afraid.
There is beauty there – and he holds hope in his heart
That he will be the only one to ever notice.
Yes, she has changed over the years
And the growth he sees in her own face,
He sees in his own,
But he finds her all the more beautiful
For he has loved her ever since the moment
He first witnessed her smile
And had he any choice,
He would have loved her long before.

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Love Poems, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Word Prompt

Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)

Today, the Daily Post Prompt is messy. I could not help but remember this poem I posted quite some time ago.  It holds a special place in my heart – autobiographical, then not.

 

Rain

 

We are dancing in the rain

It matters not, that we’ll get wet –

life is meant to be messy

The rain’s fresh scent

Begs for entertainment.

The rain pours

And puddles lay at our feet

While others curse the rain

We dance and smile

Puddle slapping

We are young and free

While others carry excessive baggage

Their boots slap angrily

Grumbling snores through life

They can’t enjoy the rain

Their heart’s just not in it

Not today, nor tomorrow

They can never feel free.

My hair lays wet

Across my face

Your clothes are soaked

And it does not matter,

For when in love

You just want

To enjoy the moment

Embrace everything –

Including the rain.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: messy

Beautiful image, courtesy of Pixabay.com

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Narrative Poetry, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Uncategorized, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #74: Entombed

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

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She sits in the cold
Of her attic lodgings
Thick sweater pulled close
She sits in the middle of the room
Where a bit of sunlight
Streams in from the window
Hoping it shall warm her
It doesn’t.
She holds
A small bowl of soup
Deftly on her lap
Curls her fingers
Beneath its base
And listens to the sounds
Of ringing laughter below.
It is supper time now,
And the family
Enjoys their meals together
The children smile
And their parents tease.
Laughter rings out
In this happy home
And each ringing sound
Of laughter
Denounces
Her lonely thoughts
Shames her,
For her solitary meal
In her cold, empty room
But surely, life would know –
All this was not by choice.
She dreams of dinner time
In a far off cottage,
Food on the stove,
A fire keeping her warm,
And a husband and children
Smiling around the table
But this dream too,
Fails to keep her warm.
It is unfortunate, she thinks
That nothing separates herself
From those below,
Save being born
At the wrong time
And the wrong place
And her life –
Is just a sad consequence
Of these ill-fated steps.
She finds it unfair,
That hard work shall never
Bring her closer to her dreams.
All has gone quiet –
They must have finished eating
She places
Her barely eaten meal
Aside
And rushes downstairs
Leaving her darkened tomb behind
To clean the messes of the living.

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Narrative Poetry, Nature Poems, Poetry, Portrait Series Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Portraits Poetry Series #73: Warmed By The Joy They Held in Their Hearts

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

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They walked

Down the streets

Clamoring for silence,

It was a long journey home –

Across the city to their apartment house

But arm in arm, they walked

Reveling in the view.

Awe drew across their faces

As snow fell gently

And danced beneath

The flickering streetlights.

Everything, it seemed

Was wrapped in silence.

It was not –

That it was silent,

For cars blared in the distance

Taxis wailed on past

And they could hear

The hurried footsteps

Of shivering passengers

Rushing toward the underground subway.

Everyone sought solace from the cold,

But their shadows danced there

Kicking at snowfall

Throwing snowballs

And sticking out their tongues

To capture falling snow.

It is as if their disregarded youth

Had finally found them.

Yes, two sisters

Danced beneath

The falling snow

Their laughter ringing out

Until they reached

Their journey’s end,

Where matured faces

Found them soon again

And their seriousness returned.

The older sister struggled

And the younger one’s

Aged hands

Held tightly about her waist

As they mounted the stairs,

Calculating each step.

But beneath the doorway,

They paused – looking back

into the shadowy streets.

Later,

As they sipped tea,

They would swear they saw

A younger version

Of themselves

Playing beneath the streetlights

On a winter’s evening

Battling the cold,

Beneath layers of clothing

But warmed by the joy

They held in their hearts.

 

© Sumyanna 2017